Chapter Four A Raging Father and A Fairytale
Two days after all the Fowls arrived to the manor, he ordered Butler to come into his office on the West Wing of the Manor. He has four offices all together, on in each wing.
This was strange and rummy because ever since young Artemis was born, the older Artemis never made the imperative to Butler.
Butler, curiously, had his heart stuck in his throat. This morning when he woke up, Angeline was already up and feeding young Arty. A very rummy fact because never in the three years did she wake him up. Something was up, and poor Butler knew it. If only he knew just how much was really going on . . .
"Yes sir?" Butler asked while entering into the flagstone room with oak furnishings and marble floors. Artemis Senior had his hands folded together and lying on the surface of his willow desk, his face looking ahead at Butler, and his eyes no longer its normal hue, but black blue. A menacing, menacing black blue mix.
"Take a seat Butler." he stated, his voice hoarse and deep at the same time.
"Yes sir." Butler said while taking a seat in a nice, comfy chair.
After Butler settled down, Artemis Senior rose from his seat, pacing the room in a very sullenly manner.
Did someone die? Butler asked himself as he saw his charges' father walk around the cold office.
"Butler, your uncle has been talking to me while we were conducting business with my other business associates." Artemis stated, waiting a second or two to let it sink in.
I can't believe it, he can't know . . . can he?
"Angeline doesn't know though, which will make it a bit easier for us, since it would be a bit hard for us if she knew, right?" he asked me, his eyes watching my closely as my mask was on.
"Sir, did something happen? You know, if it's murder we are talking about, I'm sure it will be easy to cover it up with the people I know." Butler suggested, but if only it was murder Artemis Senior was talking about.
I wasn't really worried if Angeline was listening in or not, because these rooms (the many study rooms he has) are soundproof.
"Butler, you've been a great service to us, and I know you wouldn't even dream about hurting my Arty, but I have a problem. It's more about him than you, but basically, you are the problem. You see, Artemis, from what I know, is going to be my only son! I would never want anything to harm the only heir to the family business or the last Fowl period! I DON'T NEED A FAG GOING AROUND MY SON PUTTING THINGS IN HIS HEAD THAT AREN'T MEANT TO BE THERE!" Artemis yelled, smashing his fists on his desk, which caused a mug to fall on the ground and shatter.
Oh shit.
"I DON'T NEED YOU ANYMORE AND I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR FACE EVER AGAIN, YOU SICK, SON OF A BITCH! I HATE YOU AND I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WERE UNDER THE SAME ROOF WITH ME, YOU SICK, SICK, DAMN BASTARD!!!"
After a while, there was silence between us, and nothing was heard but the sounds outside.
"Aren't you going to pick it up?" a dark voice asked, indicating to the mug that shattered, an amber liquid on the floor.
Not saying a word, I left he room to get something to clean up the mess. On the other side of the hall, the major reared his ugly head from the shadows and started to laugh.
Once I cleaned up the mess, I headed for my room, only to find my bags already packed, and Artemis sitting on my bed. The older Artemis that is.
"Butler . . . I overreacted. I should've never said that to you. You're such a good person and I'd die if anything happened to Arty. Both of us really care about him, and . . . I think it's best if you stayed. I'm sorry." he said, extending his arm to me.
After a second or two of staring at his hand, I shook it, causing him to grin and smile.
"Friends?" he asked.
"Friends forever." I stated, both of us hugging on another like brothers. In the other room, the major was practically pulling his hair off.
Twenty minutes after the whole incident, I was in the gardens with Artemis, reading aloud from a poem book his mum bought for him.
Eyes
-By SAMM
Inspiration: Looking at Shannon Spire's eye color.
Blue,
Like the sea,
Like the sky,
Her eyes are blue like the night.
Green,
Like the meadows,
Like the forest,
His eyes are green like the tree grove.
Silver,
Like the silver lining of a cloud at night,
Like the silver I wear on my wrist,
Those eyes are silver like the bark of a silver willow.
Yellow,
Like the sun,
Like a sunflower,
Whose eyes are yellow like lemon drops?
Orange,
Like the twilight,
Like the sunset,
Their eyes are orange like a tiger.
Hazel,
Like the pecans over there,
Like the coffee Ice drinks,
My eyes are hazel like toffee.
Her blue eyes shows her shyness.
His green eyes show his adventurous side.
Those silver eyes shows the twinkling stars in the sky,
That's been in the heavens forever.
Whose yellow eyes shows their encounters with fairies?
Their orange eyes shows their intense heat,
Just like a bonfire,
During a cold night.
My hazel eyes shows the caramel tanginess on my tongue!
"Yay, I liked that one!" Artemis shrieked, his speech getting a bit better.
"Do you want to read another one?" I asked him.
"No, I want lake Buhler." he said. Like I said before, his speech is getting a "little" bit better.
"I don't think your father would like that." I said.
"Yes he will. Besides, he isn't here, he left again." young Arty stated. I was hoping that he would fall for my trick, but obviously he's smarter than that.
"Okay, lets go." I said, picking him up and placing him on my shoulders to sit on. His arms wrapped around my neck, not too tight, but a little bit too tight.
We went deeper into the gardens into a forest that has a lake at the center of it. I'm not so sure that the other two Fowls know about it, but if they do, they don't let on too easily.
"Buhler, look." Arty said, pointing at a tree with a birds nest in it.
"Yes, I know Artemis." I said, smiling my one-sided smile.
On and on we went, until finally we reached the eye of the mass of trees. There, you could see a mass giant, deep puddle filled to the brim of a clear and blue substance. Lily pads were visible and a little turtle head would pop up here and there.
"Buhler like stories?" Arty asked, still on my shoulders.
"Sure." I said, settling down on a rock and placing him on the bench next to me.
"O . . . k, I think that this lake come from one." he said, staring dreamily at the lake.
"I think so too." I said, and the both of us stared at the lake in front of us, our breath taken away.